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The compound was burning, and nobody was trying to stop it. Cedric had given the order himself, burn it all, leave nothing standing, and now he stood in the middle of what that decision looked like up close. Smoke in his lungs. Heat against his face. Children crying somewhere he couldn't see, being carried by people he hoped were his. The island had looked like something from a travel brochure when they'd first arrived. White sand and palm trees and the kind of blue water that made you forget the world had uglier colours. It didn't look like that now.

Get out of my head. "What are you—" Cathy gasped, struggling to pull away. "Stop!" But Isabella's eyes had gone distant, her grip unrelenting. Cathy felt memories being yanked to the surface—Lucian's snarling face, the sickening crunch of breaking bones, the spray of blood. She relived it all in agonizing detail, helpless to stop the intrusion. ‘Not again. I can't do this again.’ When Isabella's gaze refocused, her beautiful face had twisted into a mask of pure rage. "You," she hissed, fangs descending. "You helped kill him!"

"If he dies, I will burn everything you have built. I will turn your tower to dust. I will hunt down every client you have ever saved and butcher them. I will kill your family, then after I'm done, I'll specifically burn you alive." He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "But if you save him...I will give you the world. Money. Power. An army. Whatever The Viper desires." I held his gaze. I wasn't afraid of his threats. I was empty inside. "I don't want the world, Mr. Rinaldi," I whispered. "I just want to be left alone." *** We landed on an island that didn't exist on any map. The Isola della Morte. It looked like a gothic nightmare rising from the Atlantic. Jagged black cliffs, stormy waves

Quiet came—waves, birds, the yacht creaking deeper into sand. The island’s dock was junk: small boats floating empty, a fancy speedboat sinking with engine on, a water bike half under with expensive bags. Guards gone with the people—some took boats, others swam to reef, cut by rock. The main house smoked; computer room a black hole, fire gone after eating machines, melting metal. I pulled the boat onto warm sand from the fire, walked barefoot, camera clicking: burned cloth, broken glass, gold mask split like a face. I found them on the stage—right where I left.

I told her while giving her a puppy eye. “Fine. Let’s go to Carnaza Island next weekend,” she said with a grin. “Carnaza Island? I never heard that.” “It’s an island north to Malapascua island. There’s a new resort there and the beach? It’s perfect! The white sand is awesome!” “Okay, then. Let’s go there. It’s a date then.” “Great!” I smirked inside because I successfully made her forget about Kristoff and me. But a part of me was also asking… What are we really?

If you're going to be rich, you should be the one who makes it happen. Damien could tell from Serena's expression that she didn't believe him. "I really do have an island," he said. "Once things settle down with the design department, I could take you there for a visit..." Damien actually owned an island, which he bought when he was eighteen. Of course, not many people knew about it, aside from a few close friends. Serena didn't take hiss words seriously. After all, for a rich kid like him, owning an island was no big deal.

From that day on, Edith barely left my side. She personally changed my bandages and gave me water. Her movements were clumsy, yet achingly tender. The psychologist, Ambrose Diaz, came multiple times. However, I remained silent, refusing to utter a single word. As for Lucille, she pulled every string she had and joined forces with Edith's people, launching a frantic investigation into everyone connected to Paradise Island. Those people had already planned to flee abroad to lay low, but they were all intercepted at the airport transit hub. The moment they were caught, just one look at Lucille was enough to make their legs go weak. They dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Wails and fra

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

We leaped into the air, and thousands of red-colored wolves descended on the island. The sheer number of them worried me. "Lord, could we survive this?" Mark said. Simply opening your eyes will allow you to witness the Almighty's power. The Island requires blood purification. I started Dark Island needs blood cleaning, so let the diabolical blade drop in all its strength. I waved my palm, and five massive round-edged blades plummeted into the wolves, slaughtering them as they blood-soaked the Island. The wolves were yelling, and the Island was completely read around twenty minutes later. The blood of red wolves flowed over the island.

They had always thought of Harper as compassionate, and this was the first time they witnessed her so determined to execute captives. Nonetheless, they wholeheartedly backed Harper. If Harper decreed death, they would comply, sending these guilty souls to hell for repentance. That night, the island became a scene of carnage. By dawn, after the rain ceased and the skies cleared, a chilling and ominous air enveloped the island, with the sea turning a vivid red. Marino's men were busy loading the wealth, along with the arms and equipment stored by Moblathos. It was indeed a substantial haul. Soon, under Harper's orders, they set sail to return, leaving behind an abandoned, shattered, and blood-